Aeons

My bad, if you lost your goods.
I was caused to be by you
Thus, i was started aeons ago
as time transpired
i came to be you
the way history fits historian
and good finds goodness quite becoming.

My bad, if we lost us
in the middle of words
too bad that penis means nothing
if you cannot taste it
thus, you triggered me to be
aeons ago
the way bi fits sexual
fitting you, at the same time.

My bad, if Heaven and Hell decide
they’ve had their share with us
like puppet fits puppeteer
aeons gone by past your ear
past your eyes
through the flux of time
like obfuscation fits autism or Alzheimmer’s
the way it fits us poets
Psychics of God
may you find a common good
my bad, if you can’t.